04-18-2019, 11:02 PM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]TW: mentions of death and blood
Santos did not fight the smile that graced his face, golden eyes bright with joy as Deacon touched his face in disbelief. A soft, choked exhale left him in a rumble- he was reeling with shock and happiness. DJ was here- he had come back. For a moment, Santos felt like he was eighteen again. Reminiscing the memories the duo shared brought him a strong sense of nostalgia that left his throat hoarse. "I missed you too," He chuckled quietly as Deacon pulled him in for another embrace. Fuck, had he missed him. Santos long ago had come to terms with the fact that he may never see the blonde again. Their reunion was no short of heartwarming.
"Where's Ryder?"
The pure joy and seemingly out-of-place nostalgia seemed to shatter around him, and everything came rushing back- the blood, the bullets, the flickering lights. Santos looked over Deacon's shoulder-- there he was. Ryder's spirit stood in the distance, waves lapping at his feet. He looked silently upon the two, his usual cold expression replaced by warmth. His dearly loved ghost. Golden gaze flickered back to DJ's, smile gone. His chest felt heavy, and his throat unbearably tight.
He shook his head, eyes searching Deacon's, as if apologizing. He still couldn't say it- not to Deacon, not to the boy Ryder had adored so dearly. "I couldn't--" Shook his head again. "I'm so sorry, Deacon..." Maybe they could talk about it later- Santos would explain everything- just... later. Not when everything was so sudden and raw. Jaw clenched; teeth grinding.
"Ryder's dead."
[spoiler=TAGS / INFO]GENERAL  Biography
▪ Santos Castellano | Formerly called Castle by those he was close w/
▪ Cisgender male | He/him
▪ Twenty-nine y/o | Born Oct 30 | Scorpio
▪ Newbie of Badlands | Traveller
PHYSICAL â€â€
 6'4, 220 Lbs. Tall and broad build. Spanish descent.
 Dark wavy hair, full beard, warm complexion, freckled, angular face. Covered in scars and faded tattoos (small, stick and poke tattoos obviously done when he was younger) Tattoos range from his face to his feet. Scars along chest marking his kill count from previous gang involvement.
 Current Injuries: Old bruises and scars, healing left black eye
IMPORTANT NOTES â€â€
▪ Haunted by the ghost of his former best friend/love interest, Ryder. Santos associates his death with guilt and unfullfillment, and often sees his spirit lingering in the background. Does not speak about this to anyone, though.
▪ Has a pet female California kingsnake named Kyros. (Ref.) She is fairly friendly, though has a tendency to bite and not let go. (Non-venomous)
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions
PERSONA  Lawful Evil
 Distant, detached, introverted, often quiet, defensive, protective, territorial when close w something/someone, proactive, cautious, observant, fairly close minded, capable of apathy, easily stirred/angered, likes to think he’s driven by logic but when vulnerable very much driven by strong emotion, etc.
 Easy to approach, but hard to converse with. Very distant and walled off- does not trust easily.
 Easy to aggravate. More defensive than offense, but it takes very little to make him snap.
INTERACTION  Plotting Thread
 Physical Difficulty: 9/10 | Mental Difficulty: 7/10
 Learned most weapon combat from street gang days // Self-taught in hand to hand
 Currently equipped with an assault rifle (low ammo) and a pistol (low ammo) as well as his weapon of choice, his wooden bat with barbed wire wrapped around it
 To attack, @ user & attack in italicized bold
Santos did not fight the smile that graced his face, golden eyes bright with joy as Deacon touched his face in disbelief. A soft, choked exhale left him in a rumble- he was reeling with shock and happiness. DJ was here- he had come back. For a moment, Santos felt like he was eighteen again. Reminiscing the memories the duo shared brought him a strong sense of nostalgia that left his throat hoarse. "I missed you too," He chuckled quietly as Deacon pulled him in for another embrace. Fuck, had he missed him. Santos long ago had come to terms with the fact that he may never see the blonde again. Their reunion was no short of heartwarming.
"Where's Ryder?"
The pure joy and seemingly out-of-place nostalgia seemed to shatter around him, and everything came rushing back- the blood, the bullets, the flickering lights. Santos looked over Deacon's shoulder-- there he was. Ryder's spirit stood in the distance, waves lapping at his feet. He looked silently upon the two, his usual cold expression replaced by warmth. His dearly loved ghost. Golden gaze flickered back to DJ's, smile gone. His chest felt heavy, and his throat unbearably tight.
He shook his head, eyes searching Deacon's, as if apologizing. He still couldn't say it- not to Deacon, not to the boy Ryder had adored so dearly. "I couldn't--" Shook his head again. "I'm so sorry, Deacon..." Maybe they could talk about it later- Santos would explain everything- just... later. Not when everything was so sudden and raw. Jaw clenched; teeth grinding.
"Ryder's dead."
[spoiler=TAGS / INFO]GENERAL  Biography
▪ Santos Castellano | Formerly called Castle by those he was close w/
▪ Cisgender male | He/him
▪ Twenty-nine y/o | Born Oct 30 | Scorpio
▪ Newbie of Badlands | Traveller
PHYSICAL â€â€
 6'4, 220 Lbs. Tall and broad build. Spanish descent.
 Dark wavy hair, full beard, warm complexion, freckled, angular face. Covered in scars and faded tattoos (small, stick and poke tattoos obviously done when he was younger) Tattoos range from his face to his feet. Scars along chest marking his kill count from previous gang involvement.
 Current Injuries: Old bruises and scars, healing left black eye
IMPORTANT NOTES â€â€
▪ Haunted by the ghost of his former best friend/love interest, Ryder. Santos associates his death with guilt and unfullfillment, and often sees his spirit lingering in the background. Does not speak about this to anyone, though.
▪ Has a pet female California kingsnake named Kyros. (Ref.) She is fairly friendly, though has a tendency to bite and not let go. (Non-venomous)
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions
PERSONA  Lawful Evil
 Distant, detached, introverted, often quiet, defensive, protective, territorial when close w something/someone, proactive, cautious, observant, fairly close minded, capable of apathy, easily stirred/angered, likes to think he’s driven by logic but when vulnerable very much driven by strong emotion, etc.
 Easy to approach, but hard to converse with. Very distant and walled off- does not trust easily.
 Easy to aggravate. More defensive than offense, but it takes very little to make him snap.
INTERACTION  Plotting Thread
 Physical Difficulty: 9/10 | Mental Difficulty: 7/10
 Learned most weapon combat from street gang days // Self-taught in hand to hand
 Currently equipped with an assault rifle (low ammo) and a pistol (low ammo) as well as his weapon of choice, his wooden bat with barbed wire wrapped around it
 To attack, @ user & attack in italicized bold